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Switchers by Kate Thompson [Excerpt]

Switchers by Kate Thompson [Excerpt]

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Tess has a secret power—and it just might save the world from disaster.

Thirteen-year-old Tess is a Switcher, able to change into any animal at will. No one knows her secret, or so she thinks. But one day a strange, scruffy boy follows her home from her Dublin bus stop. The boy’s name is Kevin, and he’s a Switcher too. Kevin convinces Tess that their powers are needed for something important: stopping the snowstorms rapidly advancing from the Arctic. Tess and Kevin will have to stretch their abilities to the very limit to try and save the world from frozen destruction.

Learn more: http://www.openroadmedia.com/switchers
Tess has a secret power—and it just might save the world from disaster.

Thirteen-year-old Tess is a Switcher, able to change into any animal at will. No one knows her secret, or so she thinks. But one day a strange, scruffy boy follows her home from her Dublin bus stop. The boy’s name is Kevin, and he’s a Switcher too. Kevin convinces Tess that their powers are needed for something important: stopping the snowstorms rapidly advancing from the Arctic. Tess and Kevin will have to stretch their abilities to the very limit to try and save the world from frozen destruction.

Learn more: http://www.openroadmedia.com/switchers

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Published by: OpenRoadMedia on Jun 18, 2013
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CHAPTER ONE
THE BUS SEEMED TO take hours to crawl through the Dublintraffic. Tess looked out of the window at the passing streets, but she wasn’t really seeing them. She was hoping that the boy would not be waiting for her when she got off the bus. She didn’t want to have toface him again.He had been there for the first time on Wednesday, and thenagain yesterday, and both times he had done the same thing. He hadstarted walking when she got down from the bus, keeping pace withher on the opposite side of the street until she turned into her ownroad at the edge of the park. She could feel his eyes on her almostconstantly, but every time she had glanced across he had lookedaway. If she quickened her pace, he quickened his. If she stopped andpretended to examine something in the hedge, he stopped as well,always watching. It was almost as if he were teasing her and itunnerved her.Tess sighed, pulled the band from the end of her french plaitand teased it out, releasing her long dark hair from its confinement.It was Friday, and there were two whole days of freedom ahead. She wanted to enjoy the walk home in peace, so that she could makeplans.‘Want a piece of chewing gum?’ said the girl sitting beside her.
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Tess smiled and shook her head. In a sense it was dishonest. She would have liked a piece of chewing gum. What she did not want was the embarrassment of someone trying to make friends with her.It was easier to stay out of it from the beginning, rather than facethe disappointment which inevitably followed. Because she had been through it too often now to believe that things could ever bedifferent. All her life her family had been on the move. A year here,two years there, following her father’s promotions wherever they took him.Tess had found it difficult at first but she had come to accept itas the years went by. Her parents encouraged her to make new friends wherever they were, and had even gone as far as arrangingparties for her, but they didn’t understand. They couldn’t. She wentalong with their parties and sometimes went as far as to invitesomeone home for a weekend, to please them. But it was the bestshe could do. She had long ago come to realise that she would neverreally be able to make close friends. She was different and thatdifference was something that she would never be able to share withanyone.The girl beside her got up as her stop approached. ‘Bye,’ shesaid. ‘See you Monday.’‘See you,’ said Tess. There were still a few girls, like this one, who were making an effort, but it wouldn’t last long. Soon she would be forgotten and ignored, dismissed as a swot or as too stuck up to bother with. That was painful sometimes, but it was easier thanhaving to pretend to be like everyone else.The bus stopped and the girl got off, pulling on her gloves.Students from the local vocational school were about on the streets.
 
They didn’t have to wear uniforms, and they looked relaxed and
 
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